Urge to kill....rising...rising....

[Boozy]

I want to post a sign outside of the wine store:

"Gentlemen (and we use the term loosely): The female sales clerk in the wine store is not lonely. She is not desperate for your companionship. If you don't plan on buying a bottle of wine, please just move on and continue your grocery shopping."

Older guys are the worst for this. One idiot came in and said "Looks like this job is nothing to WINE about! Hardy har har!" I just stood there with a blank expression until he wandered off again.

I'm a sitting duck for creeps and wanna-be comedians.

[Shabo]

I think most young women working anywhere are prone to them... some aren't even safe when shopping!

[Jester]

One idiot came in and said "Looks like this job is nothing to WINE about! Hardy har har!"

Dude was probably just lonely, and was having SOUR GRAPES about that fact.

If he realized what an ass he was being, I am sure he would be all RED in the face about it.

Oooh, that was bad. I should probably CORK it.

Okay, okay, I'll stop SCREWing with you.

I'll be on my way. Just call me a CAB.

[basketseller]

Dude was probably just lonely, and was having SOUR GRAPES about that fact.

If he realized what an ass he was being, I am sure he would be all RED in the face about it.

Oooh, that was bad. I should probably CORK it.

Okay, okay, I'll stop SCREWing with you.

I'll be on my way. Just call me a CAB.

OK Jester you are a CAB!!!

[ta2ooed1]

Jester

That was just PUNishing!

[Shengirl]

Someone's been reading too much Piers Anthony.

But yeah, Boozy, old men are unbearable sometimes. I don't mind the vaguely degrading nicknames, such as honey, because I just shrug it off as a quaint relic from an older time and not at all meant maliciously. But old man humor is just horrendous.

[Purple Monkey Dishwasher]

I think most young women working anywhere are prone to them... some aren't even safe when shopping!

Yeah. I have worked in retail for almost 20 years. I have worked with hundreds of women, covering the spectrum from young to old, thin to fat, stunning to ugly, black to nearly transparently white, and very nearly ALL of them have been hit on by customers. And it seems that the ones doing the hitting are the sorriest-ass losers of all my customers - the ones who can't look me in the eye, or have "that sweating problem." Thank god I have a penis

Joe

[aurelemsrealm]

I always felt bad for women about being hit on by creeps. I don't know how ladies deal with it without knocking the crap out of them.

Unfortunately, some creepy old men are just as willing to hit on younger men, too. A few years ago, I was hit on by some creepy old fart from out of town. He asked me what time I got off work, and if I wanted to meet him at his motel room after work. I told him no, and to get out. He was very graphic and vulgar in describing what he had in mind, but I got my point across when I called the police to report what had just happened. It was one of the few times that I was a little bit freaked out, and I'm not easily intimidated. Believe me, I was scanning the parking lot when I left work that night. I lived in a small town where nothing ever seemed to happen, so I rarely worried about anything most of the time. That night, I was on guard after that incident.

[evilhomer]

I'd like to ask one of these assclowns if they have ever, ever gotten anything out of this kind of behaviour. Of course they'd lie but maybe it would help them clue in.

Just a bunch of 50 year old virgins who got sick of being shot down in bars so they go after captive souls who can't exercise free expression. Blank, bored stares are the best way to get rid of them, any other reaction only encourages it. Take solace in knowing how pathetic these clowns lonely lives are.

[TruthHurts]

I think most young women working anywhere are prone to them... some aren't even safe when shopping!

Tell me about it I find myself hounded by these obnoxious jerks who think that male+female+supermarket=A Love Connection

One of these I am going to take a course in defensive cart maneuvering.

[Boozy]

To be honest, I never really saw it as being hit on. I don't think any of these guys really thought they'd get my number or anything. They just see a young woman and want to spend a few minutes talking to her. Its not creepy...just annoying sometimes.

However, I could be wrong. I am notoriously oblivious about the intentions of male attentions. It used to drive my husband nuts, because I'd talk to any guy who approached me, and not understand that he was after more than just conversation. I grew up in a very close-knit small town. I'm still developing my street-smarts.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

You know, interestingly enough, most of the customers that used to hit on me at Kinko's or the restaurant were polite and respectful. My husband (and others) say I give off this scary vibe. I mean, I've gotten a few idiots, but mostly, the randy guys (including the self-styled "dirty old men" ) have been non offensive.

I have a few stories, mind, but they are few and far between.

Maybe it's this town, I dunno. But I will say this (and I find this kind of weird): Everyone says I ought to get contacts because I look much more attractive without my glasses (I wear Ghandi spectacles pretty much full time now). However, I get hit on easily twice as often now that I've started wearing specs full time. It's not true that men don't make passes at girls that wear glasses.

Husband says I look less intimidating with them on. I guess that could be true. I didnt' know I looked intimidating at all.

[ruffledbirdy]

While working at Barnes & Noble Cafe a few nights ago, covering a manager screw up in the schedule (intentional, I used to work up there all the time, and they moved me to music cause I'm very good at selling DVDs, and so he leaves intentional mistakes in so that I'll go back up there and boost his sales. His lead told me). Up there with me was the lead, a nice but tall and intimidating woman, and a younger girl who was small and petite. Perfect sucky customer target.

So this guy in his fifties comes up and places his order, and she is making it for him and 1) isn't making eye contact, but definitely looking at her. 2) Is making really lewd suggestions.

I'm not a large guy, but I'm not small either. So I walk up and get my angry face on and go "Hey love, this guy bugging you?" And she turns around and goes "Oh honey, thank you for coming over." And goes all gushy... which is not what she is like either LOL

I look at the guy and he kind of stammers, and I say "Here is your drink sir. And you should know I heard everything you said, and if I see you near her again, there will be legal consequences." I put the drink down in front of him and just stared.

He grabbed it and ran. H, my coworker, was like "OMG THANK YOU." Me: "Yeah any time!"

[FinderW]

Thank god I have a penis

Joe

It didn't stop one guy for hitting on me when I worked at Woolworths. And me being the naive (at the time) guy didn't have a clue what was going on. Our manager at the time had a business casual code for all MALE employees (I think to give the impression there was more than one manager). This guy comes up, starts asking me questions about a product, then compliments my outfit and finally asks me out on a date!

I was like

I was real nice to him though and just explained I'm not that way. At all. Ever.

Finder

[RecoveringKinkoid]

It was very cool of you to not be nasty to him. Kudos to you!

My SCA household has a signal for "Hey, please come save me." I won't tell you what it is because then I'd have to kill you. But it's a good thing to have when you are in a situation where you don't really want to be rude, but you'd really like the current situation to be diffused.

Me and some of my tribemates were at a party at Pennsic once and I had this guy making rather embarassing attempts to hit on me. He wasn't being rude, just annoying, and I so was not interested. So I start sending out my non-verbal "Help!" (no, it's not obvious. It's extremely non-obvious. You have to know it to even see it.). One of the gents in my group came up behind me, put his arms around my shoulders, kissed me on the head, and said "Hey Honey, want to go check on the kids?"

Boy, did I. We quickly split. It was not that great a party, anyway.